[ Supervillains and Gotham were like ice cream and sprinkles; locals were completely accustomed to their presence. Public schools offered martial arts during PE, and Joker venom antidotes were sold over-the-counter at Duane Reade's. So for Midii to clutch his arm? Damian instinctively glances over, wondering if he should break the facade then and there. His girlfriend's safety is far more important than these morons, and it's not like he's a stranger to beating local villains up.
In fact, beatdowns were less violent than his former go-to method of decapitation.
(May Midii never, ever find out.)
Once the morons had somehow bumbled their way through a speech - and bumbling was an understatement, for how they were cobbling together words from villains past and arguing over their catchphrase. Their weapons were shiny, gaudy, and impractical. The screen had been effectively torn in half, and the doors had been locked.... by the movie theater's staff, from the sounds of it. The intercomm has the manager reading the riot act.
Honestly. These Z-listers made the Central City Rogues look like Olympians.
He nods at Midii's question, but it's not his phone he pulls out. Instead, he discretely flips open the top of his wristwatch and taps a quick code. To anyone else, it would look like a watch's password. To Damian, it's a security precaution from Oracle, and a sign that someone decided to kidnap him in civilian form at some formal ball.
If it were only him, Damian wouldn't have bothered. He could play the badass bystander and get everyone to safety. But with Midii by his side, he'd deal with the teasing from his older siblings. Putting his watch back in place, he slides up against the wall and nods. Just as softly: ] We're gonna be okay. I promise.
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In fact, beatdowns were less violent than his former go-to method of decapitation.
(May Midii never, ever find out.)
Once the morons had somehow bumbled their way through a speech - and bumbling was an understatement, for how they were cobbling together words from villains past and arguing over their catchphrase. Their weapons were shiny, gaudy, and impractical. The screen had been effectively torn in half, and the doors had been locked.... by the movie theater's staff, from the sounds of it. The intercomm has the manager reading the riot act.
Honestly. These Z-listers made the Central City Rogues look like Olympians.
He nods at Midii's question, but it's not his phone he pulls out. Instead, he discretely flips open the top of his wristwatch and taps a quick code. To anyone else, it would look like a watch's password. To Damian, it's a security precaution from Oracle, and a sign that someone decided to kidnap him in civilian form at some formal ball.
If it were only him, Damian wouldn't have bothered. He could play the badass bystander and get everyone to safety. But with Midii by his side, he'd deal with the teasing from his older siblings. Putting his watch back in place, he slides up against the wall and nods. Just as softly: ] We're gonna be okay. I promise.